I.
"How my blood curdles, When my satan jumps hurdles,
And how my heart pumps, As my lucifer jumps,
I'm frozen in time, as he crosses the line,
Only Silver For My Beloved Beezlebub
But I Still Bleed For You"

II.
"Satan sat on a chair, eating an emo's hair,
he coughed up a lot, then sat down and chucked,
All over the Satanic Bible"

666.
NB It was Bjorkenheim,
Elvin King phD that beat him.
Under the dead tree they fought
bled and died
The crow picked remnants
of eyes and cock
tearing through flesh
with a hook of crooked beak
Spawn of Satan.
SATAN
My SWEET SATAANNnnnnaaaggggghhhrrrahhhhhhh...